Someone Like Me

Chapter Three: Dalton makes my voice squeak...Embarrassing....

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I woke up Monday morning to my mother shouting for me from downstairs. I wanted to stay in my warm bed but, then I was going to be grounded. So without shouting back, I got up from my bed, and headed downstairs. She sat in the kitchen with Peaches.

"I need you to run some errands," She spoke without even looking at me. Peaches gave me a little smirk before going back to eating her breakfast. She always gave me the devilish look. She knew I couldn't say no. "I need my dry cleaning picked up, grocery shopping needs to be done, Peaches's dress needs to be picked up from the boutique, and also I need this to be mailed." She pushed the money and letters to the side. I groaned mentally as I grabbed them. I made my way back up to my room so that I could get showered and changed.

It took me almost two hours to get the mail send out and to get my mother's dry cleaning. Yes, it took that long because they had to take forever to get my mother's clothes. Now, why couldn't I just say no? Because then I would get cussed out and grounded. Now, when my mother grounded me, it wasn't a normal grounding. I literally was stuck at home. The only place I could go was to school (and it's the middle of summer right now.) She wouldn't let me go to work, and I would have to call Diana to tell her I couldn't come in. She would always understand.

I parked my truck in front of the boutique and got out onto the sidewalk. I noticed another truck parked in front of mine. That just goes to show what kind of new and pricey things people had around here. It made mine look like an old piece of metal with how big and new it was. I actually grew a little jealous of that big grey truck. I wish I could afford something like that. I headed inside.

I wanted to die every time I stepped foot inside. The colors were too bright and the way it was decorated would make a grown man run out of the store and punch a wall just to feel manly again. I hated how over exaggerated and girly it was. I saw a tall girl was dyed blonde hair behind the counter examining her bright red nails. I walked up to her, she gave me that disgusted stare. Yes, last thing the workers here expected to show up is a girl in jeans, old sneakers, and a t-shirt.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Peaches's dress." She stared at me confused before something seemed to click in the back of her head.

"Oh! You must be her assistant. I'll be right back, I know how she doesn't like waiting." Yeah, let's go with that. I'm her "assistant." I glared at her as she went into the back. Once her figure was gone the bell on the door rang. My eyes did a quick glance to see a tall, muscly guy walk in wearing a black hoodie, dark jeans, boots, a familiar old camo hat, and sunglasses. I blinked surprised.

Dalton?

He smiled.

"I don't see you as the dressy type."

"I'm not," I told him as he came to a stop in front of me.

"I figured."

"I'm surprised you haven't run out of here yet."

"From how girly it is?" I nodded, "Well, I'm used to it."

The blonde girl shouted from the back, "What's the order number?" It took me a second to understand what she was talking about before I finally pulled out a small paper from my pocket with the number scribbled onto it. Dalton leaned against the counter whistling to himself. I don't get why he was here. What was he doing here? Could that be his truck outside? It had to be. I don't see a lot of trucks around here that look like that monster.

"Seventy-eight, ninety-one." I called to her. She replied with a quick thanks before going back to searching. When I placed the paper back in my pocket, I was turned back against the counter. My heart jumped in fear, then started to race. My breath got stuck in my throat. His arms sat on the counter on either side of me, making it almost impossible to escape.

He pushed his expensive looking sunglasses up, so they sat on the rim of his hat. His eyes narrowed and bore into mine with a look of slight anger. I gulped. How did I make him mad? I didn't do anything to make him mad. I think. So why was he looking at me like that?

"Why didn't you call me?" His breath smelt of wintergreen as it fanned across my face. He leaned a little closer, then smirked when I tried to lean back.

"I...I didn't have time," I lied.

"Or did you not want to sound desperate?" His lips tugged into a knowing smile as my face turned red. I turned my head away but his hand reached up and grabbed my chin. He gently turned my head back towards him. "I understand if that's the reason."

"Okay," I spoke quietly.

"Alright," He pulled back. He looked down at me while placing his sunglasses back on his face. "I'm expecting a call later Angel. Otherwise, I'll come find you." He winked then left just as the girl came out from the back. Is that my nickname from him? Angel? The lady handed me the big, puffy, royal red dress from across the counter. My eyes widen as the weight of this thing. It had to be close to twenty or thirty pounds. I heard a truck outside speed away and quickly caught a glimpse of it before it was out of sight.

"Have a good day," The girl spoke as I left. What did Peaches need this dress for? Why so big too? I laid the thing in the back of the truck before finally sitting in the driver's seat. Alright, now to do the grocery shopping. I groaned at the thought of it.

I finally finished putting everything away and was able to go to my room to relax. I loved Mondays because I didn't have work. Excluding the errands my mother had me do. I was able to do whatever I want. Most of the time it would end up with me reading a book or watching a movie. Though I didn't do either of them, because I was staring at my phone with Dalton's number dialed into it.

Well, here goes nothing.

I pressed call and place the phone up against my ear. With each ring I felt my stomach flip around, making myself feel very uncomfortable and nervous.

"Hey, ya called," His husky voice answered.

"Hi," I smacked myself with how squeaky it came out. But Dalton didn't seem to care, because he was chuckling softly. My face reddened, "Sorry."

"Well, it's obvious you never done this before." You could hear the grin, "What's up Angel?" Angel. I actually like the sound of it. It was a cute nickname. It made me feel a little more special when he called me it. Like I had a friend already. I smiled.

"Nothing," I replied as coolly as I could.

"I see," He replied. "Well, how about telling me what you were doing at that dress shop?"

"Getting a dress, obviously."

"For yourself?"

"No, for...my sister."

"I see," He responded. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"I have work until four, why?" I could feel my stomach tighten in knots. Was he going to ask me out? Or did he want to hang out? Man, I wish I didn't have work. Because I would love to hang out with him. Great now I'm starting to desperate. Do girls usually do with?

"Oh...well maybe I can work around that."

"Huh?"

"I wanted to hang out with you."

"Why me?" Great that came out harsh.

"Why not, Angel." He paused, "I didn't expect to meet you the other day at the diner. You caught my eye and I want to get to know you more." I couldn't help but smile. "So, how about it. Can we hang out tomorrow? After you're done with work anyways."

"I'd love to," I grinned like an idiot.

"Awesome," I could hear his smile.